Chapter 220

"Even you look down on me."

Even though he was dead drunk, Yang Zhi could still feel the disdain and disgust on the waiter, which wasn't spoken

but almost condensed into substance, and he couldn't help but feel more and more heartbroken.

Didn't he just want to rely on his good martial arts to fight for fame with a blade and a spear,

fight for a title to honor his wife and children, and restore the prestige of his Yang family?

Why was it so difficult?

Escorting the Flower and Stone Gift, out of ten ships, the one he was escorting sank, leaving him unable to defend himself.

To avoid the imperial court's almost certain accusation of theft,

he had to lie low for a while and observe the development of the event.

Because of this, he was dismissed from his post as a commander in the Palace Command and became a commoner.

Later, when he couldn't make ends meet, he had to sell his ancestral treasure sword to maintain his livelihood,

only to encounter the reckless rogue Niu Er,

and after enduring it, not only was it useless, but it led to his relentless pressure.

In a fit of anger, his ancestral treasure sword, which had been used to kill enemies on the battlefield, was stained with the blood of a rogue, leading to a homicide case.

Fortunately, at that time, a noble person helped him, and although he was tattooed and exiled to Great Ming Prefecture,

the charge was not heavy, and he didn't have to pay with his life, so he could be considered to have saved his life.

The Prefect of Kaifeng saw that he had a good attitude toward admitting his guilt, and out of respect for his benefactor, gave him an extra favor,

exempting him from the one hundred killing-power sticks that would have kept even an iron man in bed for ten days or half a month.

Afterward, he happened to be appreciated by his benefactor, the Great Ming Prefecture Prefect Liang Zhongshu,

who promoted him from a tattooed soldier to a commander and entrusted him with the heavy responsibility of escorting the Birthday Gift.

For this, he worked day and night, personally arranging the daily itinerary, food, and accommodation,

and was vigilant at all times during the journey, fearing that he would fall into the trap of strongmen if he wasn't careful.

He also kept in mind the advice of his benefactor in Bianliang City, treating the soldiers under his command well,

gaining much support, and also built a relationship with the Prefect's wife, Cai Jing's daughter,

and the old steward, the husband of the wet nurse,

hoping that he could put in a good word for him in front of Lady Cai.

The first part of the journey went smoothly, and he thought this time he had finally turned his luck around and could display his ambitions,

but halfway through, a group of strongmen appeared and used knockout drugs to drug everyone, including him, the soldiers,

the two bailiffs, and the old steward, and seized the Birthday Gift...

If there really were unlucky eggs in the world who were not liked by heaven,

then Yang Zhi felt that he was probably one of them.

And probably one with a very high ranking.

Opportunities appeared before his eyes time and time again, but he could only watch them slip away.

If things went on like this, his ambitions would likely flow away with the river to the east...

Bang!

The more he thought, the heavier Yang Zhi's thoughts became, and he slumped onto the table.

Several unfinished side dishes were shaken by this sudden jolt, jumping out of the bowls and landing on the table.

A wine pot placed on the edge of the table fell to the ground and shattered.

However, the waiter couldn't care about this at the moment,

and he looked at Yang Zhi, who had slumped onto the table, in alarm.

Could this person have died directly from drinking here?

"Guest, guest, are you alright?"

The waiter tremblingly extended his index finger to Yang Zhi's philtrum,

fearing that his words would come true and this man would really die in his shop.

A waiter like him couldn't bear such a heavy burden.

It just so happened that the shopkeeper went to the city to purchase supplies today, leaving him alone to look after the business.

After feeling Yang Zhi's long and powerful breathing,

the waiter's heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled down,

and he patted his chest, letting out a huge sigh of relief:

"Good, good, he didn't die, he just passed out from drinking."

"What should I do next?"

The waiter looked at Yang Zhi, who was dead drunk and snoring lightly, and felt it was a bit difficult.

If he threw him out directly, not to mention whether some passing rogue would take the opportunity to rob him.

Just the hot sun alone would likely give this man heatstroke.

And someone with heatstroke would at least be seriously ill, which made the waiter feel unbearable.

But if he stayed in the tavern, the money this man left was only enough to pay the bill.

Besides, they were just a small tavern providing wine, tea,

and side dishes, and didn't have guest rooms for accommodation.

"Forget it, who told me to be kind-hearted?"

Thinking of Yang Zhi's appearance of drinking to drown his sorrows, the waiter still felt compassion,

and with difficulty, dragged him to his small compartment, and even covered him with a quilt.

After all, who wouldn't encounter a few difficult things?

"Where is this?"

Early the next morning, Yang Zhi woke up with a start, first reaching out to touch his body,

finding that he was neither missing arms nor legs, and there were no ropes or

shackles on his body, only then did he relax his tense muscles a bit.

It was no wonder he was so vigilant; there were simply too many black shops in this era that robbed and killed.

He himself had suffered from it: he was drugged, lost the Birthday Gift,

lost his last chance to rise, and became a fugitive.

"You're here too!"

What surprised Yang Zhi even more was that his Yang family's ancestral treasure sword was also casually placed at the head of the bed.

"Old friend, only you are left to accompany me."

Stroking the scabbard of the ancestral treasure sword, Yang Zhi felt a thousand emotions in his heart.

He had fallen from heaven to hell many times, and only this ancestral treasure sword had never left him.

'What should I do next?

Where should I go?'

With his safety temporarily assured, Yang Zhi began to ponder his future path.

Return to Great Ming Prefecture?

Having lost the Birthday Gift, there was no chance of returning to Great Ming Prefecture.

It was possible that the old steward, the bailiffs, and the soldiers felt grateful for his kindness and deliberately delayed for a period of time,

otherwise, he would likely be on Great Ming Prefecture's wanted list by now, fleeing for his life.

Return to Bianliang?

Losing the Flower and Stone Gift had already made his former superior's superior,

the Palace Command Marshal Gao Qiu, feel disgusted with him, so there was no hope of restoring his position as a Palace Command envoy.

Moreover, having killed someone, he had a criminal record in the Kaifeng Prefecture case files,

so there was no possibility of landing another position.

'Is it possible that in this vast world, there is no place for me, Yang Zhi?'

Feeling that he had reached a dead end, Yang Zhi felt extremely sad.

"Hey, guest, you're awake."

At this moment, the waiter finished his morning preparations and intended to return to the room for a nap,

only to see Yang Zhi sitting on the bed holding his sword.

He didn't care much about Yang Zhi's sword.

The world was not peaceful, and it was very common for people traveling north and south to carry a sword for self-defense.

Speaking of which, he was the one who put away this sword after the guest got drunk.

"Thank you, waiter, for taking me in last night."

Thinking of yesterday's events, Yang Zhi solemnly bowed to the waiter to thank him.

"Haha!

I didn't do anything, guest, you don't have to be like this."

Although the waiter was humble in his words, his mouth had almost reached his ears.

"For you, waiter, it was a small favor, but for me, it was a great kindness.

A great kindness doesn't need words of thanks; please accept a bow from Yang Zhi."

Yang Zhi solemnly bowed to the waiter.

"Guest, you are too serious, too serious."

The waiter hurriedly bent down to help up the bowing Yang Zhi.

"Guest, what are you worried about?"

Seeing that Yang Zhi was not as scary as he looked, the waiter's courage grew.

"Worried that in this vast world, there is no place for me, Yang Zhi."

Yang Zhi smiled bitterly and told the waiter about his predicament.

Of course, he omitted the killing and losing the Birthday Gift,

only saying that he had great skills but was stuck with nowhere to use them.